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Tramp The Dirt Down - Elvis Costello

I saw a newspaper picture
From the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child

Who was obviously in pain

She spills with compassion

As that young child's
Face in her hands she grips

Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that child's lips

Well I hope I don't die too soon

I pray the Lord my soul to save
Yes I'll be a good boy

I'm trying so hard to behave

Because there's one thing I know

I'd like to live
Long enough to savour

That's when they finally put you in the ground

I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the whore of the world

Margaret was her madam

And the future looked as bright and as clear as
The black tarmacadam

Well I hope that she sleeps well at night isn't
Haunted by every tiny detail

When she held that lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones say
That it all ends the same in the long run

Try telling that to the desperate father
Who just squeezed the life from his

Only son

And how it's only voices in your head

And dreams you never dreamt

Try telling him the subtle difference
Between justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn't angry with
This pitiful discontent

When they flaunt it in your face as
You line up for punishment

And then expect you to say Thank you straighten up
Look proud and pleased
Because you've only got the symptoms
You haven't got the whole disease

Just like a schoolboy
Whose head's like a tin-can filled up with dreams
Then poured down the drain

Try telling that to the boys on both sides
Being blown to bits or beaten and
Maimed

Who takes all the glory and none of the shame

Well I hope you live long now

I pray the Lord your soul to keep

I think I'll be going before

We fold our arms and start to weep

I never thought for a moment
That human life could be so cheap

When they finally put you in the ground

They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down